User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3135907-20140612195009/@comment-25220117-20140722194837

''A stoat fell prey to another stab wound, falling lifelessly into the mass surrounding Redfang. And then the rat from earlier gave a rattling outtake of breath and keeled over into the road, his throat slit. Just as the vermin patrol's fear took a new height, the woods grew silent once more. A tattooed fox took a careful step out of the main group, before kicking the dead rat over onto his back.'' "Knife wound." He cast a glance over his shoulder, before giving an irritated snarl. "Who here has knives on 'em?"